The stone was cold against my bare feet. It sent a shiver through my body every step I took. My mined was filled with thoughts. All of Drew. The way he welcomed me in when no one would. I was only nine at the time. It couldn't possibly be love I was only a child, small and inoccent. Nine I might have been but smart I was. I sat on the beach chair at the country clubs pool. it felt good sitting on the hot chair since my body was damp and cold from the water. I sat thinking about love. The meaning, the feeling, what a sensation it must be to be in love. I sat and tought, more deeply this time when I though I had it. Love was a connection. An invisible force like the type that holds the earth together. It was truely magical. Now I'm fourteen and I couldn't describe love like that. I can't feel the same way I had when thought I'd crack the code. So today I sit and think of him. How five years ago I thought I knew what love was. thought that I had mine right in front of me, and how today I think how much of myself I put in to loving this one boy. I think how he destroyed it by never returning to the pool. Never giving me anything so I could communicate with him. He shattered my feeling's like a basball shoving its way through a glass window. Destroyed. So I sit in this same beach chair like I had five years ago and soaked in all the good and bad thoughts like a sponge. I heard my name being called. A boys voice deep but not too deep like a jazz radio announcer it was sweet and suttle, it was comforting. I heard my name called again and it woke me from my thoughts as if the person squeezed the sponge to drain the thoughts. I looked over to wear the voice was coming from and I saw it. It was Drew.
